She wore shoes calloused in sequins
and danced on air
and you wish you hadn’t asked her to leave.
(via katieisateacher)
I don’t ask for much
Just a room made of bookshelves;
A heart made of words.
letusbefree (via prettybooks)
Kimbrelly
So when I'm on Tumblr, I'm pretty much just mindlessly scrolling away. Then I'll see something and think, "Ooh! Pretty!" or "Damn, this pisses me off!" or "Holy shit, this is fucking hilarious!" etc. The result of all these random thoughts is this Tumblr. Awesome.